a flock of birds at sunset
a few days ago i sat at the port after sunset, and watched flocks of birds fly overhead, while the sky turned colors, like an orange-cream popiscle - my favorite flavor as a child. then it occurred to me that these are the kind of moments that i will remember - when i think about my time on this island - moments in which i stop the thought-swirls in my head to not just look, but to see. seeing - without commentary. maybe, if i can have one moment of beauty like this per day - i can say that this is a good reason to be alive. is that really so much to ask? definitely, no.
